To Sleep, Perchance ...

My dreams pass the Pillars of Hercules, 
cross the Levant and head for the mountains
 and land where every breath is a prayer 

and I awaken , live,  sleep again,

climbing  to  Tenochtitlan or riding
the old Patagonia express after dining
on Iguana with Darwin who discusses religion

and I awaken, live, sleep again,

Plunging now with a one-armed Major
down the mouth of hell while brown
waves rise above, red  rocks below.

	How many thousand lives can one man live.
	How many deaths can he know, feel,
	How much love and pain.

You are with me now and I pull you close
Your taste, scent, sweat  mingle with mine
You cry out, sweet sensual joy stirs my limbs

and I awaken, live, sleep again. 


Copyright William Davis, March 1999

					

©William Davis3/7/99